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I strongly encourage (nag? cajole? beat you over the head? ;o)) to *NOT* stop writing, especially in the next year...or two...or three. Or longer. I found that it helped to write, to get the stuff out of me and onto some receptacle where I didn't have to bear its weight along with everything else. Private journal, blog...didn't matter what form, but writing really helped me through grief.

And when I stopped writing--especially because it got too hard to do it, as I felt worse, as I had nothing new to say for the depths of sadness that opened up after the first year and after I'd supposedly "moved on"--the grief got worse. No matter how awful it's been, it's at least helped to write, to have proof and record of what went on, even if it was icky or really painful or hard for other people to read.

I'm thrilled to have met you through this venue. I wish we'd never had reason to meet in the first place, were both still happily and obliviously married, but...here we are. And I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful friend who gets it, even from 2000 miles away.

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I am a young widow but that isn't all I am. I am a photographer, teacher, cat owner, traveler, remarried widow, and many more things to come. This blog is about the discovery of widow-ness, what that means, and all the adventures post loss. I was married to my best friend and lost him on August 28, 2008 after only six months of marriage.
I am starting to piece together my life with the continuous support of my friends and the infamous Mr. X to figure out who I am without letting widowhood define me.
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